the fact is, if you get a hypnosub desperate and vulnerable enough, you can make them hypnotize themself.
its genuinely remarkably easy for us to just grab our slut, ask if theyre feeling good, and then literally any petname we call them or thing we vaguely suggest they might feel is smt they immediately latch onto. i called them a puppy and they immediately barked without asking. if i asked if theyre drunk theyd prolly start acting like theyre wasted. genuinely it's so fun to just grab this whore and make them do whatever i want whenever i want and they get so happy abt it theyll willingly hypnotize themself for fun,,
Because most of us have been orphaned from our ancestral land and the ways of our people, we suffer with the restlessness and ache of not-belonging. Instead of trying to regain what has been lost, Martín Prechtel teaches that we must learn to live in the way our ancestors lived; in reverence and indebtedness to the Holy in Nature.
One such powerful practice is to create a place in your home where you know the origins of everything. Not just where a thing came from, but who made it and with what skills, and at what cost to its roots. This Place of Origin may be small and sparse at first, but you add to it over time and, when the young ones come up around you, you tell the stories that you’ve collected in the hopes that one day, where you stayed put becomes a place of Belonging again.
maid whos practically tiny when she starts her work, essentially a stick
she found this job by chance. some manor-owning millionaire who offered to pay for all expenses as long as she worked for him. it was the only chance she got of starting a new life.
and she got that start.
but what she didnt realize was how far it would take her,
originally, the work was exhausting. the manor was hundreds of years old, and each part of it required precise tuning to work the way she wanted it to
she worked consistantly for hours, scrubbing the floor, washing dishes, dusting... putting pipes back into place, working on her master's many cars, learning the history of the mansion...
as she worked, she grew stronger. her new, significantly fuller diet assisted in this growth, making her arms packed with fat and muscle, her stomach large, soft, but undeniably sturdy.
the insurance plan that came with this job gave them massive medical freedom; they started on testosterone to halt their periods, claiming it was the only period control they didn't mind the side effects of. they got top surgery, claiming that their breasts were in the way of their work anyway - though they couldn't remove them entirely, as so much of it was now muscle, making them still look well-endowed.
they continued wearing the somewhat stereotypical maid outfits, but occassuonally let the top fall down, revealing a white, oil-stained tank top, broadcasting how often, and hard, they worked.
he started growing a beard, and didn't bother to shave it. he got bottom surgery, reasoning that, since it was already growing anyway, he might as well help his tdick along. he grew larger, fatter, healthier.
happier.
at the end of his transition, he continued working for his master, as this was the best job he could ever have. he spent long hours cooking, cleaning, and working on the cars - his toys, his pets, as he jokingly called them.
he was happier than he ever could've dreamed of being, and nothing could stip him from taking that happiness, and sharing it with others...
my sweet sub's so utterly wasted it can't comfortably say "master" so it's just calling me sir amd it's so cute!! it's so so happy i told it that word💕
it also just kept repeating "your" and my menagerie of mental illnesses meant i had no idea what they were saying for ages, but when i corrected them and told them there's an S at the end they got so excited,,,
